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This blog tends to wander from its main purpose -- updates on my fiction. I do have updates and excerpts of my work. But I also write about my obsessions -- food, friends and pop culture and my weird life in Los Angeles. Enjoy!

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

WonderCon 2014

We're trying to be more proactive at
Sybpress this year by getting out into trade shows beyond what we've

done previously. We had an opportunity to assist a fellow indie
publisher at her table at

WonderCon, a ComicCon event in Anaheim,
CA (literally across the street from Disneyland). I think this is
easily the biggest comic convention I've been to. It may be larger in
area than Dragoncon. It's hard to tell, because the latter is so
spread out. It was huge and full of wonderfully geeky stuff
everywhere the eye could see. And we had to indulge a little
shopping. And there were throngs and throngs in every aisle of the
convention floor. There were enough attendees to give us hope that
even our very specialized niche would have enough of an audience to
do well. The question was whether or not the sales could offset the
amount of spending we were likely to engage in or the price of food
at the venue.

The answer was yes and no. Sharon's Yaoi Revolution
attracted a surprising number of people to her table with the
gorgeous illustrations she had made into banners. She was selling at
quite a nice clip every day. We were selling prose at a comic
convention. Some of the potential buyers were outright dismissive of
a book that just had words in it. That was insulting. However, Sunday
was terrific. I was selling my titles in sets of four at a clip. It
was awesome. I even got to sign autographs. We even sold some of the
Octavia Butler collection. That dug us out of the hole a little and
restored our faith in comic book fans. We learned that these are not
the trade shows for us. It wasn't even much use to cover for YGG
Magazine. The cosplayers were all doing comic book heroes. There was
very little anime costumes seen. And there was only one actual yaoi
character. So, for our purposes, we need to go to an anime convention
at the very least if we're going to make any sales.

Now, don't misunderstand. We had a
great time. It would be impossible for big geeks like us not to have
a great time. And then there was the company. Sharon at Yaoi
Revolution and her family are charming and

very funny. And then there
was Marie's Sister and niece (a zany toddler) and nephews (both
brighter than their ages). Funny children was a recurring theme for
the weekend. They were everywhere in geeky finery with their parents
in similarly themed costumes. Jon and I saw a pair of little tourists
heading toward the hotel pool and literally bouncing off the corridor
walls. We were very fortunate to dine with Marie's niece and younger
nephew on one night and Sharon's cheeky 13 year old son on another
night. My favorite conversation that weekend was the one where
Marie's nephew was talking about the robot army he planned on having
someday and how we would use it to take of us in our old age. That
was comforting.

A grand time was had by all, and I'm
sure we'll go to ComicCons in the future, We just won't be going for
Sybpress or YGG business.

The Month of Fun 2014

We are about to begin the month of May,
my birthday month. This means that it is also the beginning of The

Month of Fun. For those new to the blog, welcome! The Month of Fun
began the year I turned 40. I celebrated my birthday for an entire
month by practicing the philosophy of Agent Dale Cooper. Of Twin
Peaks. Basically, every day, you should give yourself a little present
– even if it's just 'a damn fine cup of coffee.' It's difficult for
busy women to pamper themselves. So, that month, I make an effort to
do that in the hopes that it will become a habit. Some of them have.
In recent years, the MoF has been filled with foods. I make an effort
to try a lot of local restaurants or high end food trucks. And I try
new recipes. This year, my dear friend Sarah has sent me a gorgeous
little cookbook from her Sister's Premium Olive oil and Balsamic Vinegar Business, F. Oliver's. She also
sent a gift card for me to get gadgets I've long had my eye on. I
have some English muffin rings and a few other things along the way.
Meanwhile, my good friend, muse and editor, Yvonne, sent me all kinds
of seasonings from Germany where she and her husband are stationed. I
have made some amazing dry rubs with some of these packets. I can't
wait to try out this new lot. There is another recipe with croissant
dough I'm keen on trying – and eating. Among them are lamb and duck
dishes.

Another goal of the MoF is to see good
friends that I don't get to see much of the rest of the year. That
usually means becoming embroiled in an adventure. The number one
conjurer of adventure I know is Craig. I think it's been a year since
I've seen him. This cannot go on, especially since we've decided to
publish him. I really should let him know about that.

The Book of Craig

One of the most talented people Jon and
I have met out here in Los Angeles is former Jersey boy, Craig. He
can spin yarns in extemporaneous fashion that are insightful, profane
and hilarious all at once. Like many who write at his level, he makes
me often feel that I am wasting my time. And as if that weren't
enough, beyond that gruff and sometimes terrifying exterior, is a
very kind soul – especially to women folk. When I got this email
from him this week, I decided it was high time that Jon and I do what
we have long threatened to do – put together a collection of his
works. The Book of Chet (long story) will feature Craig's writings
and writings about Craig by various souls who he has touched.

Jon wrote this apt bio:

Craig Charles Fischer, or 'Skreech' as
he is called by absolutely no one, is a librarian, hiker, aspiring
hobo, and part time Frank Miller impersonator. He has spent his life
being forced to endure the incomprehensible spewings of the top
Hollywood Elite that insist on infesting his neighborhood. Only the
love of a good woman has prevented him from unleashing a bloodbath of
carnage and retribution of the type so often covered by Dateline,
CNN, and Bon Appetit.

And here is a typical ditty from the
man himself:

Ragnorok

by Craig Fischer

When the moon shines of blood and seas
roil in contention, so is the advent of RAGNOROK!

Participants
in this millenium's RAGNOROK are reminded to dress warmly and not to
forget pocket change for tolls. Bring Snacks! Make sure all
unaccompanied children have necessary permission slips.

Unbelievers
will be stripped of their flesh by lashing winds! Serpents will arise
from the earthquake riven earth to torment the weak and drive them
toward the sacrificial fires. The vengeful Gods show no mercy!

Just
a reminder, where the name tag included in the orientation packet.
There will be a pre-mixer at the recreation center(BYOB and cheese).
Come see all your friends! Also, fill out the slip included in your
packet for the raffle.

Let the gates of perdition fall upon
the unshriven. Their broken toothed and blood clogged cries call
forth reviled denizens of the underverse! Their mewlings will be
crushed beneath the juggernaut of the worm!

Anyone who hasn't
received their orientation packet, please contact Judith Halcomb from
the women's auxillary. Judy will have a booth near the starting line,
and is still looking for volunteers to help man the booth. C'mon by
and help out!

The innocent's blood will boil when mixed with
the fetid afterbirth of the all consuming beast.

See you
there!

Updates

Three quarters of my novel is with the
editor. I'm furiously pushing through the last part. Mostly, I'm
furious most of the time. It seems that I just can't get anything
near what I need to finished. It's very frustrating. Many things are
in the works with the writing career.

Stay tune.

Photos

City waste baskets being destroyed by the trash trucks.

Food truck dude won Chopped!!

Creme Brulee French Toast from a Gourmet Food Truck.

Huge line to get into WonderCon.

Post convention martinit at the Anahiem Hilton.

Italian Ice from a gourmet food truck.

Miniature horse helper animals?!

A Zen Martini with green tea liquer.

Drought lanscaping I find pretty.

Our bartender JJ at the Culver Hotel came up with a chocolaty way to celebrate 4/22.

Thursday, April 03, 2014

Whilst running errands in Marina del
Rey, I saw what I am certain is an honest to goodness private
investigator hanging out at my bus stop. It's an odd bus route. It's
extremely short running from Fisherman's Village in the Marina to the Expo Line
just past downtown Culver City. At midday when the traffic is light,
the entire route is less than half an hour. Tourists don't know the
route. If there is one on the line, it's usually a mistake. Thus,
when I saw this guy, he struck me as wrong. It's like Jason Bourne
said inThe Bourne Supremacy
about dear Karl Urban's character, the grumpy Russian assassin, he
was wrong. The clothes he was wearing and what he was carrying was
wrong. He was dressed like an older, hip and active tourist, but
tourists don't take buses there. He was not a regular commuter. We
know each other well enough to keep up with each other's families on
that route. At this writing, two weeks later, I haven't seen him
since. And he wasn't looking at maps or books, he was looking at
people. Then, he takes out this insanely expensive camera and takes
photos down a street with nothing on it – as you can see – except
for cars parked along an expensive condo.

After taking snaps of the
street – and me (he was aware that I was aware of him) – he
leaves this backpack

with a Macbook in it to talk to someone in a
modest car in the gas station next to the stop. It had just pulled
up. He came back just in time for the bus to show up. He got on the
bus without asking the bus driver about where it was going as
tourists do on an odd line. He got off the bus two stops later and
walked toward the same car that was at the gas station. Yep. Private
eye. Why not a cop? A cop would have been harder for me to spot. It
took me a week to spot the narcotics cops staking out the block when
we lived in a very entertaining area of Venice. My policeman father
taught me to be hyper aware of my surroundings. That got honed when I
was a professional neighborhood watch person working of the Center City District . My life has been weird, okay?

Evil Genies

Recent events have lead me to believe
that trying to make it in the film industry in LA is like dealing
with evil Genies. Only, there seems to be no way to cleverly thwart
them and get them to grant you your fondest wish. No matter how
carefully the deal is crafted, there will always be a high price to
pay for getting a wish granted. I was recently commissioned to write
a pilot and a series bible based on another person's stories. It was
not Guild scale, but it was a decent down payment on a scale payment.
It was not in a genre that Jon and I are comfortable with, but we
always said that we could write anything. Of course, we were young
when we were spouting that nonsense. I also believe that I was
drinking more back then. But the matter came before us as a request
for help, so we felt like it would be mean to refuse.

Six weeks later, I should be happy to
have a sliver of financial breathing room and a well thought of
script with a shot at being a series. On some level I am. But that
has been at the cost of a book that has been delayed for two years, a
great deal of tension between my Sybpress partners and I over another
book's release and the completion of the latest YGG Magazine. I've had to have an MRI and steroid injections related to a knee
injury involving a previous incarnation of that same project that
commissioned me and since this all began, I have had trouble sleeping
and frequent headaches. The details of why things shook out this way
are unimportant. The fact of the matter is that there is always some
cost to making a deal in this town, big or small. I now understand
why some artist respond to this by gouging as much money out of a
deal as they can get away with. That way, when the results are years
on a therapy couch or many anger management courses, it can be said
that 'at least that deal paid for my bitchin' summer home' or paid
for something equally lavish. I'd say that this gets us a big step
closer to Guild eligibility but I now know a lot of WGA members that
really wish they had been more clever with the Genie they ran across.
One may think that it's a case of them down playing their lot, so
they aren't bragging. Nope. They are living the be careful what you
wish for scenario. Still, that is a route that will most likely get
us control of the projects we do. It's a huge step, something like
this gig. It could be the first of many even if the script is
ultimately rejected. There will be eyes on our names at levels we've
never reached. Still, I'm shaken at the realization that the bigger
the step, the higher the cost.

Craig Vs Nick Nolte

Just as Craig resigned himself that
there is no getting past Ray Liotta crossing his path (he's now
featured in photos in most of the local shops Craig frequents), NickNolte
has begun turning up. He says he's somewhere between movie star Nolte
and mugshot Nolte. I doubt that Craig will ever get to the point wary
co-existence he got to with Liotta. I believe those two realized that
they were both from New Jersey. Apparently, Notle gets squirrley
every time Craig makes eye contact. That makes Craig more squirrley
or squirrlier. Craig's the kind of guy that has to have eye contact
with strange people in his vicinity. This could be bad –
entertaining but very bad.

Deb vs Japanese – Coscto Part Two

My Mitswa shopping bags cause me to get
involved in a lot of unwanted conversations. Usually it's something
like YOU shop THERE from random non-Japanese people I run across.
Recently, it got me involved in another kind of encounter. I was in
Costco (as I often am) looking at garlic when a young Japanese man
approached and asked me if I spoke Japanese in Japanese. I knew that
sentence but very little else. Fortunately, I knew the line 'my
Japanese is very bad.' That was still better than nothing, he
figured. He needed help in the cold produce room. I knew enough from
the Japanese cooking videos I follow that he was looking for peppers
and cucumbers. I knew they were in that room he was dragging me to,
and couldn't figure how he missed them. And then I knew. The boxes
were stacked high with no clue as to what was in them by looking at
the actual produce (that has since been changed). And the labeling
was very clever like Cukes and Bells and Shrooms. No wonder the poor
man was confused. I revealed the produce and got the full on formal
thank you with a bow! I remembered how to say 'your welcome.' I was
jazzed enough to pick up my studies in earnest once more. I see him
once in a while. He always smiles.

Book Lunch

I'll finally be putting out the next
installment of the Soldier's Saga, Soldier's Destiny on April 22nd.
It's an auspicious day for me. I'll be four years clear of cancer and
four years from the MOAS. Seemed like a good day to jump back into
book publishing thing. I tend to re-write characters I love that I
thought deserved fairer shake than they got in their original forms.
I realized when looking for that Bourne quote that the guys are very
much modeled after Bourne in a lot of ways beyond being trained
killers. I really wanted the film version of Bourne to have a happy
ending or at least a permanent relationship. So, I gave them one. And
the Foundation was an answer to the corruption that surrounded the
organizations that created the characters. I don't like characters to
have endings that I consider unfair. They can be sad or even tragic
but never unfair. In this book, Rik and Vincent are confronted with
Altereds so damaged that there is a kill order over their heads if
they can't be retrained. They must deal with the most clever Altered
they've ever faced. He is, in fact, the father of them all. His
legacy continues to bring them great pain and grief while he holds a
secret that could destroy them. And then, there is the little matter
of Bobby's wedding to a major reporter. How can that be pulled off
without a media circus or explosions. Rik and Vincent have a lot on
their plates while trying hard not to lose sight of each other. For
fans of Ensnared, there is another short story coming out soon and a
third novel in the works. I have a publishing schedule in mind for
the next 12 months. Heaven help anyone that interferes with that
without giving me a hideously large check!